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week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member

week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member

then you don't know, dat's dat
Shit, a dollar outta fifteen cents, I got a dime
Tryin to hustle up my way to a million, I gotta grind (gotta grind)

getting to the bag
They ain't got 50 cent for the ice cream man. I'm talking about just watch out for them suckers dog
All that silly shit. No, I'm saying

know what he gone say
Ain't gotta listen
Go on do it baby get me in my feelings
Gimme gimme six feet eleven inches
She gotta drag him by the ear
Up out

a glamorous place, the grand title so bold
They'd pay a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul

Your reality poisoned, what they want you

The few little pesos that I had, exactly fifty nine with thirty cents.

Don’t go to work, the streets will be patrolled
Don’t touch your loved ones, don’t

an hour,
A dollar fifty per week…

The steel mill workers
In Pennsylvania,
Killed by the Pinkertons...
Winchester rifles,
And bosses blessings
In eighteen

a phone I use
I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they bones I bruise
Leave 50 niggas dead, niggas know my groove
Another 20 more engine niggas know my tools

Walkman
And I started walking and nodding
And bobbing my head along to 50 cent
He was poppin
Back when he dropped
Get Rich or Die Tryin
I felt so gangster

[00:00.000] Booty Music - 戚爷
[00:01.420] Lyrics by：Git Fresh
[00:02.841] Composed by：Git Fresh
[00:04.302] When it be going like that boom boom

they sitting in
Slide down to your crib
Then kill yo bitch and say I'm innocent
Wanted dead by many men
Feeling like I'm 50 cent
Back in time like minute

Nigga the work a 9 say its 10
Scribble on the check whit a pen
Right now im wearing Dior but you know I rock louie linen
50cent glass jaw
Shoot his chin

Good Girl Yes, Bad Girl No

Group X: Arabian Rap Sensations

Stepping on the Crowtche of Your American President

to Kansas
You said you ate it, but you're doing me damage!

Now it's off to sell a fifty foot spandage
Because I'm stressed off by your lady bandit
You look

drop that bitch
Drop that bitch
Drop that bitch, drop that bitch
Drop that bitch
Drop that bitch, drop that bitch
Drop that bitch

Ugly nigga with a gang

to Larry, my homeboy DJ LL
Niggas talking that bullshit, better chill
'Fore I 50 Cent a nigga and
Put your baby mama on film (yeah)
Motherfuck a Benz, nigga,

seen someone die slowly? Too busy making songs for bitches that don't
Really fuck with me To fuck with me, this shit is getting ugly
Niggas think I'm

Didn't ask for cent
Not a little bit
I ain't even sweat
When you wanted shit
Food up on the table
I provided it
Made it 50/50
I divided it
Asking for

Coming straight from the rock
Yo
You know where we been at
Neither nigga
We at the function all time
So pop
Pop off
On my 50 cent shit
100

One tenth of a milligram
An ounce of this material would make a hundred and fifty thousand such doses (wow)
Let us observe the effects
We get it
We

on the dishes and counter 
I would see em every hour 
Cold water in the shower 
Just needed 50 cents to feel the power 
Block always loud seen ferns sniffing

Like she Tom Brady
I said put me in
But don't play me
She said you kinda funny
I said funny enough to get you to love me
She said you hear this hit
50

losing it
Feel like 50 Cent, Hated by many men
Up in the club Shawty know what's up
I got a drip, Juice, she feeling the sauce
She can never switch sides

lady
Still can't tell if you hate me baby
You tell me what I wanna hear baby
You ruin shit, you turn to me and blame me
I don't need your fifty cents